"Ugly, Ugly Slave?! You..." The Sixth Elder opened his eyes and realized it was the biggest gathering in Leisure Sect history, immediately dumbfounded, "I thought you were long dead?"
"I appreciate your kind words!" Ugly Slave, holding a pork knuckle, mumbled indistinctly, "But I've heard it's quite torturous wanting to die after becoming strange. Now I just hope Mr. Jiang has smooth sailing, so he can provide us water and food daily, otherwise, life is worse than death."
What are they mumbling about?
The Sixth Elder didn't understand, but within a few minutes, he suddenly learned without guidance—having not felt hunger for years of fasting, his stomach suddenly growled with hunger, and his lips began to dry.
Looking at Ugly Slave sipping wine and gnawing on a pork knuckle, drool uncontrollably dripped from his mouth.
